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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.