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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.