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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Smoke to the grunge 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Faust,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.