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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
New Order,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.