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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.