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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Lyres to the dance 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.