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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Wire,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.