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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the funk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.