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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.