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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.