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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.