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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Quantec,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
a-ha,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.