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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.