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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.