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 Brazil and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.