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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.