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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.