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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.