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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.