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 Maldives and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal 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?
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Pagans,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.