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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.