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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.