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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.