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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.