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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Sparks,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.