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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.