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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian 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?
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Can,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
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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.