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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.