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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.