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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.