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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.