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 Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.