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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.