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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
JFA,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.