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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.