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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 mellotron 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 Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
10cc,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.