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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gap Band to the punk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.