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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Faust,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.