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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.