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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.