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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.