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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
AZ,
Oneida,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.