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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.