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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Masters at Work to the rap 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.