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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
cv313,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Wire,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.