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 Guinea 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
X-102,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.