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 Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.