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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.