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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.