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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.