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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Martian to the rap 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.