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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.