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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.