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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Television,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.