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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 The Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.