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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen 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?
Symarip,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.