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 Fiji and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.