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 Latvia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.