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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Scion,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Erasure,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.