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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.