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 Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Ponytail,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Visage,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.