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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.