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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.