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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.