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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.