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 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.