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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.