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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.