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 Moldova and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.