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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
This Heat,
New Order,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.