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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Motions,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.