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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.