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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
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Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.