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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Magma,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.