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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Television,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.