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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.