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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.