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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Kurtis Blow 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Japan,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.