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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.