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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.