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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.