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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.