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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster 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?
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.