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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Mars,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.