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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.