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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.