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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Television,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.