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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Franke,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.