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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
UT,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.