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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.