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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
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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.