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 Armenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leaves 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.