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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.