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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.