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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
DNA,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.