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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.