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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Pole,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.