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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.