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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.