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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.