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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.