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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Can,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.