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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.