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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.