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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.