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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.