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 Moldova and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 The Associates to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.