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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.