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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.