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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.