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 Estonia and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Beau Brummels to the disco 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.