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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.