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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.