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 China and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.