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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.