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 United States and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.