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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Index,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.