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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.