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 Sweden and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.