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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.