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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.