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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Nas,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.