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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.