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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars 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?
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.