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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.