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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.