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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.