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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
The Names,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.