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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.