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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Main Source to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.