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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Darondo,
June Days,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.