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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.