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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.