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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.