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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.