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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.