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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.