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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
DNA,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.