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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.