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 Denmark 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.