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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
John Cale,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.