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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.