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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.