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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Gong,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.