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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.