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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.