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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.