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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
X-101,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.