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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Monks,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.