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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Offenders to the techno 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.