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 Yemen and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
The Names,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.