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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.