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 Australia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.