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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.