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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Skarface to the punk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.