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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.