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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.