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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.