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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Unwound,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.