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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.