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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.