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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.