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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.