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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.