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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Amazonics to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.