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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.