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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.