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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.