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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.