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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Crime,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.