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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.