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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.