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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Nas,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.