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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.