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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.