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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Jandek,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.