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 France and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Kayak,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.