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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.