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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.