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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.