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 France and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.