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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.