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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.