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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.