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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.