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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.