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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Can,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.