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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.