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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.