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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.