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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
June Days,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.