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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.