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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
The Fall,
Jandek,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.