Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.