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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.