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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.