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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.