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 Ghana 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.