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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.