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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.