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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.