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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.