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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.