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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
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.