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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.