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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.