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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Index,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.