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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.