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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.