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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.