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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.