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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.