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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
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 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 H. Thieme to the rock 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Monolake,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.