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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.