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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.