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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.