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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.