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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.