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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the techno 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.