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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Jawbox to the funk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
MDC,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Hoover,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.