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 Iceland 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 ABBA to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
EPMD,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.