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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Section 25,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.