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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.