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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 marimba 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.