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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Excepter,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.