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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grey Daturas 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
ABBA,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.