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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Mission of Burma to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.