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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.