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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.