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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Cymande,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.