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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Crime to the funk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.