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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
10cc,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.