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 Monaco 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Can,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.