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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.