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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.