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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.