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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.