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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.