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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.