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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.