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 Denmark and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
PIL,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.