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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.