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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the rap 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.