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 Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.