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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.