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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.