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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
The Names,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.