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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.