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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.