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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.