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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.