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 Burundi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Youth Brigade to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.