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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.