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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Model 500,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Mars,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.