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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
The Monks,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.