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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Slave,
The Smiths,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.