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 Samoa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.