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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.