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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Television,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.