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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.