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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Invisible to the crunk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.