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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.