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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.