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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.