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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.