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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.