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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Faust,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.