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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the jazz 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.