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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
The Standells,
The Evens,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.