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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.