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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.