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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.