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 New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.