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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.