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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.