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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.