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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 sitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.