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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.