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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.