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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Magma,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.