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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.