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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.