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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Audionom to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
UT,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.