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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.