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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 The Index to the punk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.