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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Television,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.