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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.