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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Motions to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.