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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.