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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the rap 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
The Names,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
the Swans,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.