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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 The Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.