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 Italy and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
the Normal,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.