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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.