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 Gambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.