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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.