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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.