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 Laos 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.