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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.