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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Cymande,
a-ha,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.