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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.