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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.