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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.