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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.