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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.