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 Uganda 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.