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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
UT,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.