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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Gong,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.