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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.