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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.