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 Guyana 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Nico,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.