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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.