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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 X-101 to the grunge 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Index,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.