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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.