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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the techno 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
ABC,
the Human League,
Scion,
Little Man,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.