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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.