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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.