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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Section 25,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.