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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 güiro 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Crime,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.