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 Macedonia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 The Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.