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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Index to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.