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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Index 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.