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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
June Days,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.