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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.