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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.