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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.