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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.