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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
The Martian,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Organ,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.