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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Wire,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.