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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.