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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Dark Day to the grime 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.