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 Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Television,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.