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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 Michael McDonald 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 The Searchers to the techno 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.