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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.