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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
UT,
The Names,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Gong,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.