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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.