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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
X-102,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.