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 Iceland 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.