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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.