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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 The Black Dice to the punk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Crime,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.