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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 oboe 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.