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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.