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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Niagra,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.