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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Smog,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.