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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.