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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.