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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Monolake,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.