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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Inner City,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.