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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.