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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
MC5,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
The Martian,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.