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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.