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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.