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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 synthesizer 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Hoover,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.