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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.