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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 the Association to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.