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 Chile and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.