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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.