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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Skarface,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.