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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Pole,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Faust,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.