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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mojo Men to the funk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Nas,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.