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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Scientists,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.