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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Max Romeo to the grime 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Slave,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.