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 Belarus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.