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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.