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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Martian to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.