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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Skatalites to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.