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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.