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 Panama and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.