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 Israel and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Swans,
Can,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.