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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.