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 Rwanda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.