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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
UT,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Echospace,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.