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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.