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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 güiro 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.