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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 AZ 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
New Order,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.