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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 organ 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 Inner City to the punk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Skriet,
Brick,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.