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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Q65,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.