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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.