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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.