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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.