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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.