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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.