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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.