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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Kayak,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
The Move,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.