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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.