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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.