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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.