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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fire Engines to the techno 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.