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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.