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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.