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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.