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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Mummies to the jazz 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
June Days,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.