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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Monks,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.