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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Inner City,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.