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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.