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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Nico,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.