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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.