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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.