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 Korea South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 linndrum 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 New York Dolls to the funk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
The Monks,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.