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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.