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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Mars,
The Move,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.