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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.