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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 June Days to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.