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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.