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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.