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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.