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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.