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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 güiro 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 The Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh 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?
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.