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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.