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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.