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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.