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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.