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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.