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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Can,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.