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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Pole,
DNA,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.