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 Yemen and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group 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 disco 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.