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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.