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 Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.