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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.