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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Salvador and Tokyo.
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 linndrum 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 The Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.