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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.