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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.