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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 guitar 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 Beau Brummels to the crunk 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.