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 Jordan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.