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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Faust,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Fear,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.