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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Can,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.