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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.