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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.