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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.