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 Dominican Republic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.