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 Kenya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
DNA,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.