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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.