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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.