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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 China Crisis to the grime 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.