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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.