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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Crime,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.