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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Sonics 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.