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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.