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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.