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 Moldova and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Swans,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.