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 Germany and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 rhodes 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.