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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.