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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.