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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.