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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.