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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.