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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
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.