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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Zapp,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.