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 Grenada 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.