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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.