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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.