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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.