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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.