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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Association to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.