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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Offenders to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.