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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.