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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.