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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Association to the rap 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.