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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.