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 Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Pole,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.