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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.