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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.