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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.