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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the funk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.