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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grass Roots to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Rekid,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Franke,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.