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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.