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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.