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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.