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 China and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City 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?
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
UT,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.