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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.