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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the funk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
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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.