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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.