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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.