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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Rakim,
Smog,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.