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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.