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 United States and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Interpol,
The Martian,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.