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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord 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 Index to the punk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.