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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.