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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '90s.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.