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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.