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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
the Association,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.