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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Salvador and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.