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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 This Heat to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.