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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Technova,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.