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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.