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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.