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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.