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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.