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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.