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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.