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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.