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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.