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 Malawi 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.