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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.