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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Magma,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.