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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.