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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.