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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Main Source,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.