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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Q65 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.