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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.