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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.