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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.