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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Q65,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Slave,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.