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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.