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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.