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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.