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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Slave,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.