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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.