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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 chamberlin 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 Pantaleimon to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.