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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
the Association,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.