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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Crime to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Can,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.