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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.