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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Camouflage to the jazz 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.